THE HUMAN LUNA SOLD TO THE SUPREME ALPHA
My lungs could barely pull in air with him so close.
I sighed deeply, trying to regain some control, some clarity. But it was useless. Daimon surrounded me from all sides—with his presence, his touch, his voice, his scent. I was sinking into him.
It was then that I heard them.
The whispers.
They came with the wind, like an ancient lament, almost ethereal, wrapping around us. The temperature seemed to drop for a second, but his heat kept me alive. The whispers swirled around us, spinning like an invisible dance, scraping at the senses, and then a single word echoed clearly:
Bab Populer